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It Begins
The sound of him sitting in the chair next to the room’s air conditioner/heating unit surprised her and allowed her to open her eyes. The light in the room was on and she wasn’t engulfed in the dark as she felt. She turned to face him unsure of what to expect and to her surprise, he was smiling at her.
“What are you smiling about?” She nervously questioned, embarrassed by her fears.
“You my dear. Your hesitation speaks of your insecurity of being here. You are wondering if you should run or stay.”
“Oh God,” she thought. He did know and he was right again. “How? How does he always know what I’m thinking or feeling?”
“Candy?”
She turned away from the door to face him.
“Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed and just calm down a little; no one here is in a hurry. I told you nothing has to happen and nothing will until you submit to me.”
She backed up and did as suggested sitting on the edge of the bed but keeping her feet firmly on the floor ready to dart for the door if needed. Candy had already scoped out that the deadbolt was between her and freedom. One second to turn it left and with her other hand on the latch and she could be out into the hallway in three seconds, of course counting the two to get to the door. Having quickly worked out an escape plan Candy felt a little safer.
The smile never left his face helping her calm down as she knew he was studying her. Jack looked exactly as his picture did except maybe leaner in person. He was a handsome man, the kind that got more attractive with age. His goatee was salt and peppered and well trimmed. His shaved head made him even more attractive for some unknown reason to her. Jack was overweight but not obese, with a slight pot belly that men his age seem to sport in their fifties. Being almost six feet tall and of stocky built, Jack reminded her of a high school football player that she dated only a few years ago but much older.
“Would you like something to drink? I bought you some diet cokes, there’re in the frig.”
Candy nodded as her throat was dry and watched him get up, go over to the dresser and unwrap one of those plastic cups the motel supplied. He removed the ice bucket’s cover and dipped the cup in and filled it with ice. Then opened the small frig and removed a diet coke can popping the lid with his finger.
The whole time acting very comfortable and the nervousness she was experiencing absent from him. Candy already knew this wasn’t Jack’s first meeting as he had told her of many, how each one was different, each one memorized by him as very special moments in his life. Candy upon listening to his recanting of past times always hoped her time, her first meeting would top his list.
It was the confidence in his voice, in his actions or lack of aggression that gave her a sense that her fear was unfounded. Candy was starting to feel silly for her fears as he made no movement that hinted of hurry or worry to her. Every action or inaction he did or didn’t do began soothing the fear that had gripped her.
Candy scooted back unto the bed’s edge, now only one foot retained the contact of the floor. She was no longer guarding her breast with clenched hands but now used them to support her while slightly leaning back. Without realizing what her body was doing she was starting to relax. Fear wasn’t a taste in her mouth anymore. Jack handled a cup of soda to her and sat back down into his chair. A smile remained on his face as he watched her first sip then down the soda. Jack watched as Candy’s tongue moved over her lips to relish the favor of the drink as if in slow motion. He saw the same action in his mind as her tongue moved over the head of his dick, her eyes locked on his as the tip of her tongue poked at the piss hole.
This was not Jack’s first meeting with a new slave nor would it be his last. He was just too good at it now to stop. No, Jack stopped counting first meetings some time ago. Although he remembered each name and every slave he ever trained, so if he wanted to write them down he could get a count. But the quantity wasn’t important to him; it was the memories that caused his hand to find his dick on those nights he laid alone in the dark. That is what drove his desires, satisfied his needs.
Jack wasn’t surprised that most kept in contact with him as he knew they’d never forgot their time. Almost every day an email would show up from one of them telling him how they missed him or treasure the time spent asking for more. And every note always ends their message with, “Your slave forever.”
Forty minutes of chit chat went by with either one changing positions much; he remained in the lounge chair but now she was resting her back against the wall of the adjoining room, her shoes kicked off and a pillow behind her. Jack allowed her to talk about whatever she wanted never steering the conversation up to now. He knew it allowed her to feel comfortable with him in the room.
But now it was time to take back the control of the situation.
“Candy.”
She turned to him knowing it was getting close. Sheepishly she replied, “Yes Sir.”
That was what he needed her to say for it told him she was mentally ready for him to take over.
“It’s time.”
These were the same words he spoke of in their last conversation on the phone. It was the signal to her for her to get into position; then to request him to be her Master. She stared at him wanting to jump up, as she so often saw herself do in her mind but she just stared at him as if she was unaware of what he was asking.
He said nothing but stared back at her looking for any body language to tell him her mindset.
Then slowly she swung her legs over the edge not looking at him but at the floor. This was a good sign as it was his instruction for her. Standing upright Candy reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse. She had been told prior to do it slow and she was obeying.
One by one the buttons were unhooked and then she pulled her blouse out of her skirt. Gently she removed one arm then another until she stood in her bra and skirt. Candy had been told not to do anymore without instructions by him. She kept her eyes on the floor for she knew she was not worthy to look upon him unless requested by him.
Looking at her with experience eyes he sought out all the spots he knew that would aid him in rewarding her obedience. Finally he stood and to her credit remained motionless even as he approached her. She had been told that in the first session he would remove the rest of her clothing but in sessions later all he would do is watch her strip for him. He explained to her that it was done this way only for her to feel his hands on her the first time; to get her accustomed to him touching anywhere he chose.
Candy’s bra had hooks in the front holding and he reached up and unlatched them but left the cups hanging in place. He wasn’t ready to expose her yet as he knew going slow was the key to acceptance the first time. So many times he had to train subs that had been with a wanna-bee Master, those who forced themselves onto their newly acquired property, only to ruin them because of their haste. If only they had been trained by another Master, if they had a mentor the subs would probably still be with them. But, those times were gone with the on slough on the internet.
Although the internet opened the world up to new slaves, it also had its down side. Jack lost count of how many times he would go to an munch or play-party only to see those who claim to be Master’s, were only Master’s in their minds.
He remembered decades ago were a Dom had to prove himself to his Mentor before he could claim the title. And it wasn’t done as easily as now but was earned. Nowadays submissive’s had no way of knowing the real from the wanna-bee’s until sometimes it was too late.
Jack now began tracing her cleavage with his fingertips, running them along the inner lining of her bra. With careful but steady movement he soon had each cup dangling from the shoulder straps. Candy’s breasts were now fully exposed and he watched her actions to see if there was hesitation but found none.
Jack took a half step back and took in her firm youthful breasts. Her nipples were stiff and smaller then he thought they might be for her D cup size. And although gravity tried, her breasts stood straight and firm for her size. Jack reached out with both hands and laid them onto her positioning his fingers so her nipples were between his index finger and thumb. Slowly he squeezed her nipples watching her take in the sensation. As he increased the pinch he watched her take in the pain. He had instructed her how to absorb this but now spoke to her softly.
“Candy. As it increases, allow your body to let it move through you. Don’t keep the pain local but let it flow like waves on a beach.”
Candy nodded with closed eyes and he could see her relaxing. He knew she had to relax and not fight the pain as it was the tension that kept it in one place.
Jack noticed her hands relax and knew she was doing it. He tested her by now slighting twisting her nipples. Her head went back as a reaction but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth opened and a moan escaped from her. Jack smiled, he hadn’t been sure if she had followed his instruction on the phone but apparently she had. He slowly released her nipples and let her caught her breast watching for and seeing the smile he wanted to see. “Yes,” he thought, “she had followed his directions.”
Now, with her completely willing to go forward, he reached out and undid the side latch to her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. He reached down and with her picking up each leg withdrew the skirt. It didn’t go un-noticed to him that she was wearing panties as he had requested her too. In the future she wouldn’t dare wear any unless he told her too but for now he wanted the pleasure of pulling them down her legs and got on his knees to do so.
Candy hadn’t moved but waited patiently as Jack took his fingers and looped them into her g-string, pulling the thin lace away from her hips. As he did, he moved in to her until his nose rested on the thin cloth above her pussy. She could hear him inhale deeply through his nose taking in her aroma. It excited her.
For several minutes he just inhaled taking in the jasmine aroma her perfume. The mixing of perfume and her love juice caused him to have an erection that screamed to be set free from his pants. Moving with determination, he slides her panties down without moving away from her pussy. He moved back enough to look at her mound and saw her pussy lips to be smooth and so white. It was in stark contrast to her tan skinned so he assumed she went frequently to a tanning bed but now knew Mother Nature had colored her bronze with sunlight.
With one last inhale he stuck his tongue out and ran it up her lips barely separating them but enough to taste her. Then sat back down in the lounge chair and enjoyed her taste.
“Candy… Look at me.”
With his command she opened her eyes.
“Yes Master.”
“It is to begin.”
This was another preplanned command he had told her about and knowing exactly what was now expected of her, she positioned herself on her knees at his feet. Candy kept her head down and remembered to place her palm up on her thighs. This was his position of submission he used. He knew many Master’s preferred their subs or slaves to use a Gorean position or for some, they wanted them on the bed on their backs, spread eagle.
The Gorean positions he had used many times but this position for him was the one he most liked. He didn’t need his subs or slaves to expose themselves to show their submission; no, he wanted their mind first. The body was his anyway.
Again in following what had been discussed he asked her, “Do you have a request?”
“Yes Sir. I plead to you to take me in. To train me in all the ways of the lifestyle. I wish to be your submissive and slave. Will you be my Master?”
He looked at her lovingly. It was this moment he loved the most. Here she was, young in age and heart, requesting from him to teach her the ways of his world.
It continued as planned; “Do you think yourself worthy of my teachings?”
“No Sir, that’s why I beg you from all that is within me to please, take this lost soul and turn her into a woman you can be proud of.”
This statement was not preplanned by him, he had instructed her to come up with her own words that would convince him to take her in. Jack was quite please to see she had given it a lot of thought, knowing she worried it might not be good enough. He waited, forcing her to ponder if she had made him proud.
After a few minutes of agonizing for her he said, “You wish what from me little one?”
“That you be my Master, Sir.”
“I grant you your wish and now, I am going to give you your new name.”
He hesitated and changed his mind of the name he had picked out and instead told her, “From here on you will go by Passion. You will answer only to this during a session, at munches or play parties we may attend. In the Vanilla world you will keep Candy. But anytime we are alone I will refer to you by this name. Don’t ever forget it or you will be punished. Do you understand Passion?”
“Yes Master and thank you for such a beautiful name. I will treasure it.”
Jack then instructed her to go and get the collar she had to pick out by herself. Candy got up and went to her purse and quickly removed the collar she had just found a day earlier. She had been looking for some time and it hadn’t been as easy as she thought it was going to be when he instructed her two weeks earlier to do. But she finally found the one she wanted. It was black leather with a strap that held it on. It had smooth capped steel rivets around it. She had thought of getting one with spikes but this one caught her eye and she loved it the moment she saw it. She hurried back into position and holding it up in her palms offered it to her new Master for approval.
“Very nice Passion. It a fine collar, one I am pleased with and approve.”
With saying that, he took it from her and as she leaned forward moving her long brown hair away, he wrapped it around her neck pulling the strap semi-tight and fastened it. She hadn’t expected the joy in this ritual, actually thought of it as demeaning when he first told her she would wear one but now it pleased her. It gave her a sense of belonging to him she hadn’t expected. Without thinking her hand found it and she rubbed the rivets smiling.
The fear that had took hold of her earlier now seemed in another dimension to her. Joy was again in her life and although he had told her these things, until now, didn’t quite understand how a collar, of all things, could mean this much to her.
“Now take this collar.” He brought out another collar but this one was a solid choker of old times. Silver and highly polish, it gleamed even in the low light of the lamp beside the bed. A tear ran suddenly down her face.
“This will be your vanilla collar and whenever you need me all you have to do is touch it and my thoughts will be with you. You will never be alone in your life again.”
These words by him caused her to take a breath; tears flowed from the joy of them. Never before had she felt so connected with another person.
“Yes Master. It will be my honor Sir.”
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